As it turned out, Wang Yue had guessed right. Mu Zhuohua soon got the news from Guo Juli, who had just returned: Zhi Mo had been found, but he was badly wounded. Every member of the Flying Eagle Squad who had fought their way out with him had been killed.
If Zhi Jian and the others hadn't arrived in time, Zhi Mo might have met the same fate.
It had to be said that, though Zhi Mo wasn't much of a talker, his martial arts were quite impressive. Even severely wounded, he had managed to escape his pursuers. He'd been extraordinarily lucky.
But no matter how lucky he was, his injuries were too severe. He'd only had time to tell Zhi Jian three words—"Roaming Needle"—before passing out.
Hearing those words, Zhi Jian had been furious. But even the Imperial Physicians summoned from Prince Ding's residence couldn't treat him, so Prince Ding had finally turned to Wang Yue for help.
After hearing what had happened, Wang Yue gave Guo Juli a suspicious look. Had she used the Silk Soul Seizing Needle right in front of Zhi Mo?
The two things were just too similar!
Had Zhi Mo told them about the Silk Soul Seizing Needle after he woke up?
Wouldn't that mean Wang Yue would take the fall for the Emperor?
Considering Prince Ding's feelings for the Emperor, Wang Yue figured he might actually do that just to give his men an answer.
It seemed he needed to eliminate this risk.
Fortunately, he was skilled in medicine and easily treated Zhi Mo. As it happened, though, Zhi Mo was still unconscious from the severity of his injuries, so he had to stay with Wang Yue and couldn't be moved for the time being.
After treating him, Wang Yue watched Prince Ding